The Billionaire's New Toy

by Chloe Kale

  The Billionaire’s New Toy

  (Part II of The Billionaire Temptation)

  By Chloe Kale

  Text copyright © 2013 Chloe Kale

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  Stories by Chloe Kale:

  The Billionaire's New Piece (The Billionaire Temptation #1)

  The Billionaire's New Toy (The Billionaire Temptation #2)

  The Billionaire's New Fantasy (The Billionaire Temptation #3)

  Rush (Billionaire Bared: Rush)

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  I stroked the canvas lovingly with one final flourish, and then took a step backwards to gauge the finished product. I signed the bottom right corner: Clarissa Drayer.

  Was it done? I stood alone in the studio that my billionaire Will Garrett had provided for me; painting the piece he commissioned me to paint. Had he truly believed in my ability as an artist, or was it a ploy to fuck me? I still wasn’t sure; the only thing I was sure of was that I had to commit myself one hundred percent to creating this piece. If not for him, then for myself. I was going to prove myself as an artist no matter what it took.

  Surely I must be more than my billionaire’s new toy.

  I frowned, my eyes peeled, as I reviewed my final brush stroke. The piece I was commissioned to create was to be a landscape of Will Garrett’s estate, painted from the wall-sized window in the studio attached to Will’s bedroom. Other than that, he had told me to let my imagination run wild. And so I had, or at least I tried to. I felt my uncertainty creeping up my spine again; my nerves and anxiety were the bane of my existence. Will promised he would help me overcome them. We were a team now, he said.

  That’s right; me and my billionaire. We were a team; I was more than just a pet for him. My mind briefly thought of the last time we’d had sex, and I was tied to the bed spread eagle, and he fucked my wet cunt with his extraordinarily perfect cock. Okay, I needed to calm down. I was getting horny.

  I placed my hand along the top of the canvas, and felt a sudden urge to toss the piece on the ground. For some reason, my first instinct upon creating a new piece was to immediately focus on any and all flaws. Sometimes even imagining some. I did the same thing whenever I looked in the mirror. My eyes were too big, and my hips were too narrow. My breasts could be bigger.

  And then I’d hear Will’s voice. “Not everyone likes huge breasts, Clarissa,” he had said, his hands cupping my tits from behind. And I would laugh and spin around.

  I looked at my painting again, comparing it to the view of the estate directly behind it; a projection of the scenery I’d painted. I had certainly taken some liberties. I tried to portray the dreaminess and inherent luxury of the land around my billionaire’s manse. The sky was soft and licked the skyline; the grass was green but shining golden. I painted over a sponged base in short soft strokes, creating a rippling effect.

  I had told Will I’d be doing as much.

  “I’ll paint the landscape as you asked, but I’m going to show you your estate… the way that I see it,” I had said to him, half covered in his sheets, naked in his bed.

  “Is that so?” Will playfully asked, as he sauntered over from his closet, holding his tie in his hand, bare from the waist up. He crawled back into bed, leaving the tie on the ground behind him. His muscular chest glowed radiantly in the morning light, and his blue grey eyes were as piercing and gorgeous as ever.

  “So I’ll be taking a few liberties,” I giggled as he kissed my bare collar, moving his lips over my neck.

  “Oh, what kind of liberties?” He murmured, pushing my hair over my ear to nibble on my earlobe.

  “I’m not sure yet. I never know until I start a piece.”

  “Hmmm, well I have faith in you, lovely Clarissa,” he whispered as his hand found my breast.

  “I like to think of myself as an impressionist,” I replied with a crooked smile that collapsed upon his lips as he kissed me.

  “You’ve certainly made an impression upon me.” He said, after biting my lip.

  And now the painting was done.

  But would Will be done with me now that the commissioned piece was complete? I wanted to scrap the entire thing and start again. I didn’t want to lose my connection to Will.

  No, Clarissa. I was being crazy again. I didn’t want to think like that anymore. I wouldn’t think like that anymore.

  I unslung the apron from my body. Underneath, I wore one of Will’s tank tops and a loose pair of sweats. I was determined to be comfortable while I worked, and I was. I held up the tank top to my nose; Will’s cologne. It was just the right blend of aquatic and fresh; sweet and summery, but not too saccharine. Whenever I smelled it, I was taken back to that moment in Mademoiselle’s art gallery, when he first leaned over behind me to steal a peak at my sketchbook. It felt like ages ago, but truly it had only been a few weeks since that day. Yet so much had changed.

  The last time I saw Mademoiselle I informed her that I’d be taking a short leave of absence to fully commit to the piece I was painting for Will Garrett (or Mr. Garrett as he was sometimes called).

  “Yes, of course dear,” she had said, her voice brimming with fake sugar. “That sounds just wonderful for you.”

  Mademoiselle was not the type to be upstaged by one of her underlings. I was one of the only full-time employees she had, so she would have to work extra hard in my absence or hire someone new to fill the void. I tried to picture Mademoiselle sitting at my seat at the reception desk in the front of the gallery, her heels clicking impatiently under the wooden panel as she greeted clients. I smiled a bit. Good karma had come my way for suffering for so long.

  Yet I didn’t hate her, not truly. She had worked hard all of her life, and was a successful business woman and an important player in the local art scene. But she had never quite made it; not the way I was making it. She resented me for that. She was never a kind woman, but she was nothing if not a hard worker and ambitious.

  I ran my hands down my sides as if to wash them of my problems. I felt the slim contours of my body, and remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra. It hadn’t been a big deal with the apron on, but now that I was wearing only Will’s tank, I could clearly see the outline of my nipples. I glanced at the cabinet at the side of the room.

  When I had first been shown the studio, I assumed the cabinet would be full of art supplies. I was wrong; and although Will had since filled the room with everything I needed, the cabinet was full of Will’s sex toys. A ton of fun things we’d use to play. I looked longingly at the locked drawers; only Will held the key. “It’s playtime when I saw it’s playtime,” I could almost hear him saying. He was always the boss. I smirked, looking out the fully glass wall, thinking about my billionaire - always the dominant alpha male.

  Outside, the sun had begun to set, casting an orange glare upon the estate. I watched the reflection of the sun falling in the lake; I had almost wanted to set my landscape painting during the nighttime or at sunset. The sprawl of forestry and open fields of the Garrett estate looked majestic in the glow of the moonlight or the setting sun. I decided that my next painting might take place in the darker hours here. I wondered if I could do a whole series of paintings set in the estate; gosh, I would never run out of things to paint in a place like this. The place was already a damn work of art, from the marble columns to the black steeple roof of the mansion; even the ultra-modernist glass-infused interior was a spectacle. Everywhere you looked was white sandstone with black accent p
ieces, and items made purely of glass.

  I realized in that moment that I had never seen the full house; a full tour would take a long time. Maybe there was a room somewhere that was fully made of glass. From the walls, to the decorations, to the furniture, to the light fixtures, and the door. Maybe we could fuck in that room. I loved the house so much; I’d planned to be fucked in every room. Although we rarely made it past the studio and the bedroom, as things would be so intense. I thought about Will’s massive cock, and let my hands explore my body. Was this my life now? Was I to live in an endless volley of desire and pleasure? It seemed as if I could spend all day painting, and then all night fucking. I could certainly get used to that.

  I realized Will would return home from work any moment. My self-doubts crept back. When he knew the painting was finished, would our short relationship be over? Were we even in a relationship at all?

  “Clarissa,” Will said as he set down his briefcase in the open concept entryway to the studio. The bedroom loomed behind him, casting him in a sudden silhouette as he flicked the light on.

  Chapter 2

  “Oh, Will. You’re back,” I said tentatively, my back to the glass window.

  “Nice tank top, Cee.” He had started calling me Cee recently, despite my chagrin at the nickname.

  “Thanks, I picked it myself.” I slowly walked towards him.

  “Oh did you?” He said, matching my pace.

  “Yeah, I think grey is my colour. What do you think?”

  “I think you’d look better with it off. But that’s just me.”

  We stood nose to nose. He kept his arms at his hips, in a type of Superman pose.

  “Well,” he said, “productive day for you?”

  “You could say that,” I said, shying away.

  “It’s done?” He asked, nodding his head in the direction of the canvas; the middle of the studio.

  “I’m not sure. Maybe. No. Well, kinda.” I stammered. It was happening; the moment of truth. He would look upon my work and decide my fate.

  “Alright, Cee. May I?” He took a step towards the canvas, and then looked at me.

  Usually he would never ask my permission, my commanding and demanding billionaire, but when it came to my art he knew the limit.

  “You may. Go ahead, Will.” I said. Although I was always very open with my billionaire, I suddenly felt like the old anxious Clarissa. “I hope you are pleased.”

  “Clarissa… it’s…” He started.

  In that moment I felt time freeze. I watched the expression on his face; his eyebrows rose and his steel eyes slightly widened, his pupils dilating ever so subtly. The chiseled lines of his jaw clenched in a slight smile; the same quizzical grin he had once given me as we met for the first time. The kind of grin I couldn’t decipher. The kind of grin that had hooked me immediately. I was scared of what he’d say, but as long as I had this one moment… I could survive. Damn it, my stupid feelings. Stupid nerves. Stupid heart. Stupid Clar-

  “It’s beyond perfect. It’s you.”

  My heart stopped for a moment.

  “It’s quite striking. I’d be proud to place it in my home.”

  “You know you don’t have to flatter me. If something’s wrong with it, I can try again. Or you can get someone better to paint it.”

  “Clarissa. Don’t look down on yourself like that. You’re a gifted artist, and this piece is everything I wanted.” He took me by the hands, as I avoided his eyes. Damn those eyes.

  “Okay… so, let’s say you love it. What’s next for me? Am I done?” I asked, although I was scared of the answer.

  “No, Cee. Of course not,” he said, squeezing my hands. “Look at me. Look up.”

  He tilted my chin up, so I had to look in his eyes. Damn it. That always worked.

  “So you didn’t just commission me to sleep with me?”

  Will laughed.

  “Is that what you thought?” He asked.

  I nodded solemnly.

  “I commissioned you because I saw real promise in your sketchbook. If I just wanted to sleep with you, do you think I would have gone through this farce?”

  I shook my head. I wasn’t sure what to believe. I was careful to avoid his eyes again, because whenever I looked in them I could be convinced of anything.

  “Clarissa. You’ve known me for a few weeks now, and you should know better than this.” He said matter-of-factly. “You’re better than that, and I’m better than that.”

  He was started to speak roughly, the sweet tone in his voice fading like a dream, turning back into the bossy billionaire I had come to know.

  “I won’t have that kind of thinking or that kind of attitude.” He said, lifting my head to force my eyes once more. “You will be a better person. You are a better person.”

  Was he right? Or was this part of his game?

  “What happens now then,” I asked. “The pretense for my visits is gone. Will you invite me over just to fuck me now? Or is this the last I’m going to see of you? “

  Will let a quick laugh escape, as he shook his head. “No, no, Cee.”

  “Then what?”

  “We’re going to take this one day at a time. I won’t have things ruined by rushing them, my lovely Clarissa.”

  “We aren’t rushing things.”

  “We are actually, I think things are being rushed, and so that’s how it is. I like to live in the moment, Cee. You know that.” His words were not comforting. I knew what he wanted.

  “So you want to boss me around then,” I said, wriggling free from his grasp. “You want to fuck me?”

  “Yes, I do.” He replied, and his expression softened. “I’m sorry, Cee. It was… a stressful day at work. I greatly admire the painting. And I’ve been holding back on telling you what is next, because it was to be a surprise, my dear.”

  “Bullshit.” I said, finding my nerve. If he wanted to play rough, I’d play rough.

  He smiled a coy grin.

  “Cee… you’ll find the arrangements are already made. And the invites are sent out. So if you are attempting to call my bluff, you are mistaken.” Will said with an aura of cool confidence. He brushed his slick sun-kissed brown hair back.

  “Invites to what?”

  “To a party. Right here on my estate, in the gardens at the front.” He said with a smile showing off his straight white teeth. There was not a damn thing out of place on this man.

  “A garden party?” I asked as he piqued my curiosity.

  “An unveiling party.”

  “Unveiling what?” I said as my heart rose, and I felt the familiar lightness in my chest I had become accustomed to as I spent more and more time with Will Garrett.

  “Don’t play dumb. An unveiling party for your piece. I want everyone to see. And you’re to be the guest of honor.” He said, and then I realized the meaning of his slight grin. He was fighting back a full smile.

  “Will Garrett. You did all that for me?” I said, my eyes shining with slight tears of joy forming.

  “Yes,” he simply said. He was still fighting back his smile.

  “You can smile, you know. You don’t need to be a tough guy all the time.”

  He laughed for a moment, and as he did, his smile flashed on his face like lightning. But just for a moment.

  “Cee, I’m perfectly capable of expressing and controlling my emotions. There’s no need to worry about me.”

  Controlling was right, I thought to myself with a smirk as he embraced him. I fell into his arms, and my head fell into his chest. He cradled me and picked me up to spin me about the room like a child.

  “Will, I’m going to be dizzy!” I cried out, between bursts of laughter.

  As he set me down, he was laughing too.

  The laughing turned into kissing, and his hands were all over me. I found myself tossed on the ground. In an instant, my tank top was off and Will had his mouth on my breasts and his hands found their way to my mound, where my pubic hair was trimmed to a light bristle. He cuppe
d the front of my pussy, palming my clit, and rubbing it up and down. I writhed from the pleasure, as his tongue danced about my nipples. Then he halted.

  “Do you want a reward, Miss Drayer? For all your good work?”

  “Mhm,” I nodded. My nipples were erect and wet from his tongue.

  “We’re going to get ourselves ready for the unveiling party. We’re going to shave together,” he said as he took me by the hand and pulled me to my feet, my slight breasts bouncing as I stood.

  “Shave? You want me to shave my vagina for you?”

  “Not that I have anything against a lightly trimmed pussy, I’ve just decided that I want you hairless right now.” He said with a smile. “Is that a problem?”

  “It’s not a problem Will,” I replied. Although I knew he was not really asking. His mind was already made.

  “You’re going to shave my cock, and you’re going to shave your pussy. Then you’re going to suck my hairless cock.”

  That was more like it.

  Chapter 3

  I hurried to the en suite bathroom, and he slapped my ass as I want. I entered the bathroom and saw the familiar glass tub; my feet felt cool on the white tile floor.

  “Strip yourself.” He commanded and I obeyed, stepping out of my sweatpants, and then lingering for a moment in my panties. My billionaire liked the sight of me in only my panties.

  “See anything you like?” I said as I spun around, my fingertips hooked into the frills along the top of my panties.

  “Pull them down and let me see that gorgeous cunt.”

  I did as he asked, and slowly pulled them down, bending over totally as I went, so he could savor the sight of my pussy and asshole.

  He took a step forward, and put his hands on my ass as I bent over. He spread my cheeks apart, and exhaled in pleasure. I could feel his colossal erection through his suit pants. He was fully dressed and I was naked.

  “Are you going to get naked with me, Will?” I asked as I stood up. “You don’t want my cum all over your suit, do you?”